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Next, Osamu Dazai spent several days eating, sleeping, and eating. Except for not letting him go out, and compulsively eating and sleeping on time, Gojo Satoru basically didn’t care what he was doing, but when he was awake, he only played games. There is nothing else to do watching movies, and Gojo Satoru also looks very busy when he leaves early and returns late, but no matter how busy he is, he will definitely come back to have lunch with Osamu Dazai at noon every day.

Osamu Dazai didn't ask him about the current situation of the high school, nor how Gojo Satoru found himself after he disappeared, and similarly, Gojo Satoru didn't ask him anything about Yokohama.

The two seemed to have tacitly not mentioned the things that had caused great trauma. In the closed space created by Gojo Satoru for only the two of them, they seemed to be in close contact but extremely restrained, like two scarred people. Some people are cautiously testing the limit of tolerance allowed by both parties.

But even so, Dazai Osamu can still detect Gojo Satoru's scars hidden under his tough appearance but unintentionally leaked out in some minor details.

That day Osamu Dazai took a bath in the open-air hot spring that came with the bathroom, and because he drank too much apple milk, he woke up halfway through the night, but just as he moved Gojo Satoru's arm to sit up, he suddenly held half of it shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" Probably because he was awakened, the deep and short voice of the white-haired man had no time to conceal the panic that was almost a conditioned reflex, and the strength in his hand was also very heavy, like iron tongs.

Osamu Dazai gritted his teeth, unable to get up when held down by him, he simply leaned over Gojo Satoru and whispered in his ear, "I want to go to the toilet."

"..." Gojo Satoru hugged the weight of his body, blinked slowly in the dark, and realized, "Yeah." He responded slowly, hugged Osamu Dazai out of bed, and walked outside the bathroom before putting it down He, "Go."

After Osamu Dazai washed his hands and came out, the two of them lay back on the bed again, Gojo Satoru said to him, "Call me first if you need to go to the bathroom next night."

"...Want to drink water?"

"Call me when you wake up at night." Gojo Satoru said affirmatively, as if he didn't feel how weird his request was, "I don't want to sleep and I don't feel comfortable living."

Obviously, he has already set up tents that no one can break into except him, and has locked up chains that no one can open except him, even though he is very close at hand, but still cannot eliminate the uneasiness in his subconscious .

Taking a peek at the leopard, Osamu Dazai can roughly understand how much shadow he had caused by his disappearance in front of Gojo Satoru. It is rare for him to reflect on what he has done. It is not clear that if such a layout is successful, it will bring Gojo Satoru. psychological burden, but now that he has made up his mind, it is the best solution for everyone, including himself——

If he is destined to die, being able to die for the person he cares about is the ultimate romance for him.

But the final farewell and disappearance seemed to be a promise, and Osamu Dazai said the same to Gojo Satoru, but only he knew that there was his selfishness in it... I wanted to see him again, and I wanted to die in his arms , although he came to that strange world alone, at least he was not alone when he left.

However... It seems that he was a bit cruel to Gojo Satoru, Dazai Osamu did not forget Gojo Satoru's tears that seemed to fall on his heart and almost burned him... He is not really invincible so that sorrow and joy do not add to the body, sorrow and anger do not hurt the spirit.

"I'm talking to you, did you hear me?" Gojo Satoru pinched Dazai Osamu's face.

Osamu Dazai sighed silently, buried his face in his warm embrace, and said in a muffled voice, "Got it... I'm asleep!"

……

Osamu Dazai spent the whole day lying flat like a salted fish, just when he thought that this fat house life would last at least until he gained weight, except that he couldn't see the girls singing and dancing. , he was suddenly carried out from the warm bed by Gojo Satoru mercilessly.

The weather has entered the early winter, and the original drowsiness was dispelled by the cold wind blowing from the head. The bracelet was taken off at some time, and Dazai Osamu, who was wearing a warm sportswear and wearing sneakers, looked dazed. Standing quietly outside, listening to the culprit Gojo Satoru asking him to—

Run 15 laps around Wujo's home and there is no small yard.

Osamu Dazai: "..."

God!Is this guy really a devil? !He was locked up obediently and did nothing wrong, so why was he fined for running? !Wouldn't it be nice to let him stay at home? !

Although Osamu Dazai was covered with resistance, he had no choice but to start the hellish morning run under the supervision of Gojo Satoru who had become a Spartan teacher.

"Come on! Dazai! I believe you can do it! Otherwise, if you eat and sleep all day but lie still, you will be slaughtered like a clumsy pig! Although it will feel good to the touch, it will be unhealthy! So exercise Let's go! One two one, one two one..." Gojo Satoru, who was running with him, encouraged him.

What the hell is Zhuzhuzai...

"—Shut up!" Osamu Dazai, who was panting slightly after running for more than two laps, scolded him, "Go away!"

Long runs are already painful enough, why should the ears suffer.

"Okay, I'm very pleased that Dazai-san is so self-conscious." After saying that, Gojo Satoru came to the side and watched him run.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

On the second day of Hell's morning run, there was a crowd of onlookers in the yard. It was a beautiful-looking woman with a gentle temperament, standing next to Wujo Wu.

Osamu Dazai couldn't help taking a few glances. He felt that in front of the gentle and beautiful big sister, he should show his handsome side at this time, instead of running like a dead dog sweating profusely——

"What are you looking at! Just run and look ahead!" Wujo Satoru said fiercely.

The white braids, the eyes are not blue but the facial features are similar, and there are imperceptible fine lines at the corners of the eyes when you smile... Even though it was just a quick glance, Osamu Dazai still caught the point.

He should be one of Gojo Satoru's immediate elders...why does it feel so embarrassing...forget it...he is not the only one who loses face.

The young man in the yard ran with a rosy complexion, but his expression was slumped, with pain visible to the naked eye.

"Clothes... Did you choose them?" Mrs. Wutiao said.

Osamu Dazai was wearing a light-colored stitching sports suit, and there were two fox ears on the hood of the sweater, bouncing behind him as he moved.

"Well, does it look good?"

"Beautiful children look good in anything," Mrs. Gotiao said with a smile, "but it's not your dark uniforms, they're so cute."

One sentence praised two people, and Wujo Wu was very frightened.

"But does he want to take a break?" Mrs. Wutiao hesitated, "Is he not a magician? It doesn't have to be too hard to exercise?"

"No, he pretended to win your sympathy." Gojo Satoru said coldly.

……

In the next few days, I heard that Wutiao Wu’s object was running in the yard every morning. Many people came to Wutiao’s house to watch, but they didn’t dare to look upright like Mrs. Wutiao. Most of them just pretended to pass by. He wanted to see the other party's true face, otherwise he would not know how he would die if he accidentally offended him one day.

On the morning of the fifth day, Patriarch Wutiao appeared in the yard and said sullenly, "Please explain why this person looks the same as that curse spirit."

Although the curse spirit that made Gojo Wu Chongguan angry is quite famous, there are very few people who have actually seen Dazai Osamu, but the head of the Gojo family and several elders know it.

"Oh, he used to be a curse spirit and now he is a human being." Wujo Satoru said.

This explanation is tantamount to no explanation, and it is understated as if this is just a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning.

Patriarch Wutiao: "..."

"By the way, I let him run in the yard. Apart from letting other people recognize his face, I just want to tell you, really don't do things that will make me unhappy. This is the last piece of advice. Gojo Katsuki's little trick Please tell him to stop, otherwise," Gojo Satoru sneered, "Although I won't kill him, it's okay to lock him up until he dies."

Before the head of the Wutiao family could speak, Wutiao Wu continued: "If there must be one person in the Wutiao family to occupy the position of Mrs. Wutiao in the future, then this person can only be him, so how you treat me, please do the same to him in the future. "

Patriarch Wutiao's expression turned ugly, "You..."

"Do you think I've lost my head?" Gojo Gojo laughed a few times, "I didn't expect you to understand, but it shouldn't be difficult to be honest and obedient? Also, although he doesn't care about what he has done No one knows about it, let alone publicize it, but I don’t think it’s okay to talk about it, so you don’t always know what’s good or bad, but you don’t know that I’ve already found an impeccable, smart and capable partner.”

After talking about it, I started to lose my tune again, with a sense of showing off that I couldn't hide.

Patriarch Wutiao was breathless and confused, "What do you mean?"

"Do you think the college can reform so smoothly now, is it because of me alone? If I have this ability, would I be a teacher for ten years and still be labeled a traitor by those rotten oranges?"

Patriarch Wutiao: "..."

Although it is indeed "naive" in a certain way, there is no need to belittle himself so much, he is not used to it.

"What do you mean by that..."

……

Dazai Osamu ran 15 laps for today, and walked towards Gojo Satoru with heavy steps. Before he could glance at the middle-aged man next to him, Gojo Satoru covered half of his body with a big towel, sweating His hair was rubbed, and then he was half-embraced and walked out.

The head of the Five Traces, who originally straightened his back and tried to put on a show, failed to catch up with a single sentence: "..."

"Today is 5 minutes faster than yesterday, it's great Dazai-san, I will reward you for running five more laps tomorrow~"

"...Shouldn't the reward be a crab meal or something?"

"Well... you can consider it if you run 20 laps tomorrow."

...Forget it, that's all.

……

Back at the residence, Osamu Dazai took a shower and was handcuffed again. After breakfast, he was about to go back to catch up on sleep when Gojo Satoru stopped him. He plucked Osamu Dazai's bangs, "Hair is a bit long It's over...shall I cut it for you?"

It is indeed a bit blocking the eyes, Osamu Dazai thought, looking at him suspiciously, "You will?"

Gojo Wu thought that this was not difficult, so he said, "Yes, I am omnipotent~"

Osamu Dazai thought he could cook and sing, so he believed it.

however……

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, feeling the temperature of the winter sun on his face, and the delicate sounds of the careful movements of the person in front of him.

Layer after layer, intermittently, and finally there was no movement for a long time.

"Are you ready?" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes and found Gojo Satoru looking at him with a focused and serious expression.

Because he was so close, he could clearly see everything in Wujo Wu's eyes, which was as clear and clear as the sky extending beyond the window pane behind him, and the white eyelashes were like clouds dotted on the sky, so beautiful that people couldn't move them open your eyes.

Osamu Dazai was slightly taken aback, his heart suddenly tightened.

An inexplicable atmosphere quietly permeated the air.

Gojo Satoru's face was slowly pressed down, Dazai Osamu remained still as if bewitched.